For me, the most treasured furnishing I own doesn’t actually reside in our abode. That’s because I was always on the move in New York—new borough, new apartment, new roommate. I didn’t want anything to happen to the grandfather clock my grandfather made (yes, you read that correctly, he made it) for me when I was little. So my mom has graciously kept it for me. It’s now time that Scott and I go get it. Maybe a road trip to Michigan in 2014?